you still might have one breath.
you still might have one kiss,
but you are dead to me.
your face will never grow old.
your body will never disintegrate,
but you are dead to me.
a rise and fall,
you lost it all.
i may have killed you,
but you killed me too.
and now you are nothing
but
dead to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem